Chapter: 422
Klein can be regarded as someone who has seen the world now. He pulled back the white cloth without fear, and looked at Senator Maynard.
This gentleman was in his forties, with blond hair cut very short, and a mixed expression of pain and pleasure remained on his face.
Klein took two steps back, took out the corresponding materials, and quickly made preparations for the psychic ceremony.
After some incantations, amidst the quiet and distant fragrance and the cold wind surrounding him, he silently recited the divination sentence he had thought up a long time ago: "The cause of the death of Senator Maynard."
"Cause of death of Senator Maynard."
...
While meditating, Klein stepped back to the high-back chair and sat down slowly.
His eyes turned black, he leaned back, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In the illusory, blurred and hazy world, he suddenly saw the gentleman just now.
With blue eyes open, Maynard was leaning on a fair-skinned lady with an outstanding figure and trying her best to sprint.
He first showed an expression of extreme satisfaction and joy, then suddenly withdrew his right hand and pressed his chest, his expression twisted into a ferocious expression.
Snapped!
As Maynard fell, the picture quickly shattered, and Klein opened his eyes, waking up from his dream.
I didn't expect that I could still watch a dirty movie in this way... So, Senator Maynard died on the bed of cheating, died of being too tired? Klein let out a low laugh and rubbed his forehead.
He took out the pen and paper, used the ritual again, and described the lady he saw in his dream, of course, omitting the neck.
This is a woman whose exact age is hard to tell. She has a mature style in her thirties, and also has the innocence of youth. Her eyes are moist and shiny, giving people a lovely and pitiful feeling.
Glancing at "my" work, Klein packed up the ritual materials and lifted the spiritual wall.
He turned his body sideways, reached out and grabbed the silver-encrusted black staff leaning beside him.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of lotus lingering in his throat, which made the surface of the skin instantly burst into lumps of lotus!
Klein suddenly looked at the bed, and saw Councilman Maynard's hands tightly grasping the dark red sheet, the backs of his palms were black and black.
With a swipe, the congressman who died between 9:00 and 11:00 last night sat up, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were empty.
Before Klein had time to turn his new thoughts around, he saw the stiff Councilman Maynard stretching his hands, and with the heavy wind sound, he jumped straight at him, to his left!
In the past, when encountering such a sudden situation, he would react slowly and it would be difficult to dodge. Even if he was aware of it in advance, he would have to roll and roll to escape the opponent's attack range in time.
But now, Klein responded almost instinctively. With a kick of his shiny buttonless leather boots, he leaped away obliquely and onto the high-back chair.
Since he had only been promoted for a day, he wasn't particularly used to his own strength, agility, and speed. In a hurry, this jump was too high and too far, and the position where he landed was actually the top of the back of the high-back chair!
There was only a narrow one. Klein's heart tightened, he quickly controlled his body, and adjusted his center of gravity.
He swayed a few times, but unexpectedly stood still, like a black cat showing off its balance.
While shaking, he waved his left arm, following Maynard's forward pounce, a cane hit its side ribs, causing it to lose its balance, and staggered and fell on the carpet.
Klein stood on the top of the high-backed chair, raised his right hand rapidly, and reached under his armpit, trying to pull out the revolver from the gun pouch, and shot a silver demon hunting bullet to the living corpse in front of him.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought of how to deal with the problem of hand tail. JrNovels.com
This gentleman was in his forties, with blond hair cut very short, and a mixed expression of pain and pleasure remained on his face.
Klein took two steps back, took out the corresponding materials, and quickly made preparations for the psychic ceremony.
After some incantations, amidst the quiet and distant fragrance and the cold wind surrounding him, he silently recited the divination sentence he had thought up a long time ago: "The cause of the death of Senator Maynard."
"Cause of death of Senator Maynard."
...
While meditating, Klein stepped back to the high-back chair and sat down slowly.
His eyes turned black, he leaned back, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
In the illusory, blurred and hazy world, he suddenly saw the gentleman just now.
With blue eyes open, Maynard was leaning on a fair-skinned lady with an outstanding figure and trying her best to sprint.
He first showed an expression of extreme satisfaction and joy, then suddenly withdrew his right hand and pressed his chest, his expression twisted into a ferocious expression.
Snapped!
As Maynard fell, the picture quickly shattered, and Klein opened his eyes, waking up from his dream.
I didn't expect that I could still watch a dirty movie in this way... So, Senator Maynard died on the bed of cheating, died of being too tired? Klein let out a low laugh and rubbed his forehead.
He took out the pen and paper, used the ritual again, and described the lady he saw in his dream, of course, omitting the neck.
This is a woman whose exact age is hard to tell. She has a mature style in her thirties, and also has the innocence of youth. Her eyes are moist and shiny, giving people a lovely and pitiful feeling.
Glancing at "my" work, Klein packed up the ritual materials and lifted the spiritual wall.
He turned his body sideways, reached out and grabbed the silver-encrusted black staff leaning beside him.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of lotus lingering in his throat, which made the surface of the skin instantly burst into lumps of lotus!
Klein suddenly looked at the bed, and saw Councilman Maynard's hands tightly grasping the dark red sheet, the backs of his palms were black and black.
With a swipe, the congressman who died between 9:00 and 11:00 last night sat up, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were empty.
Before Klein had time to turn his new thoughts around, he saw the stiff Councilman Maynard stretching his hands, and with the heavy wind sound, he jumped straight at him, to his left!
In the past, when encountering such a sudden situation, he would react slowly and it would be difficult to dodge. Even if he was aware of it in advance, he would have to roll and roll to escape the opponent's attack range in time.
But now, Klein responded almost instinctively. With a kick of his shiny buttonless leather boots, he leaped away obliquely and onto the high-back chair.
Since he had only been promoted for a day, he wasn't particularly used to his own strength, agility, and speed. In a hurry, this jump was too high and too far, and the position where he landed was actually the top of the back of the high-back chair!
There was only a narrow one. Klein's heart tightened, he quickly controlled his body, and adjusted his center of gravity.
He swayed a few times, but unexpectedly stood still, like a black cat showing off its balance.
While shaking, he waved his left arm, following Maynard's forward pounce, a cane hit its side ribs, causing it to lose its balance, and staggered and fell on the carpet.
Klein stood on the top of the high-backed chair, raised his right hand rapidly, and reached under his armpit, trying to pull out the revolver from the gun pouch, and shot a silver demon hunting bullet to the living corpse in front of him.
But at this moment, he suddenly thought of how to deal with the problem of hand tail. JrNovels.com
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